Reese LAFLARE - Digi Scale (Remix) lyrics

[Hook] Weigh it on the digi scale, I can't take a loss It just touched down, I just got it off Now I'm praying for a fifty pack Weigh it on the digi scale, I can't take a loss [Verse 1: Key!] I think the weed man tried to short me Damn, I'ma pull up with this 40 for that 40 Damn, I need me another digi scale Damn, try to finesse the finesser, it ain't going well I done took so much sh**, I can't take no sh** I said my stomach backed up, now I can't take no sh** OK, my son, he said he hungry, we can't take no sh** If we can't take your sh**, phss you can't take no sh** Calibrate your clock, I think it's off I hope you didn't look at me and think I'm soft It ain't sh** sweet but this f**ing Swisher If you was looking for your jugg, you just missed him [Verse 2: Reese] Brick up on my scale Got a youngin with a mouth full of gold teeth On the block with them blocks n***as got shooters, boy, I got goalies I'm Coach Bombay with the plays Slide up in the Escalade, on my own damn escapade Young n***a so cold, so cold, looking like an Eskimo Swag dripping like a snow globe Bout to boot up like I'm Longway Chopper shot a n***a from a long way Still the same young n***a posted in the hallway Packs on the bombs in your hallway I dump powder like it's laundry Throw it on the digi scale, sh**, I need a triple beam RZA Mane LaFlare, 200 bands inside my jeans [Hook] [Verse 3: Tezo] Crazy with the plays, Johnny Manziel Everything for sale long as you don't tell I can't go to sleep, I'm watching for the mail I don't really trust ‘em, gon put it on the scale OATW, my n***as, I'll hustle you Down at the W, champagne and b**hes that like other b**hes I can't take an L unless it's a blunt Finesse the finesser, you silly as f** Plotting, I peeped it, that chopper retarded That b**h get to tweaking, that b**h get to tweakin' [Verse 4: Lamb$] Racks inside my pocket, n***a, I don't know bout you Working off my digi scale, spend 500 some shoes I ain't even have to touch it, I made money off of that Really in the streets, I take trips and bring it back Call 'em, tell 'em now we need some more If he got it, n***a, we gon kick his door I'ma sell it for the high and get it for the low I'ma sell it for the high and get it for the low All of my n***as got Simmies on sight Benjamins in my pocket come alive Need you to count it cause I ain't got time Need you to count it cause I ain't got time Pounds in my bag and you can't get a zip Thinking bout all of this money that I'ma flip [Hook]